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Sunday, July 15

lets talk books

dress - self made

sandals - novecento

when i was a kid
i rather stayed at home reading books
than going out to play with my friends
..
i'm one of those peeps that stay up all night
when book is too exciting
refusing to leave it, before reading the last sentence
..
i'll always remember the day
when winnetou died
i think that's the day when my childhood was over
i was devastated for a long time, crying and not sleeping and everything
and when it was over, i was suddenly a grown up
..
childhood obsession with karl may
was replaced with later obsession with henry miller
he was and is my favorite pervert (sorry charles bukowski, though i love you too)
every time i read him, i feel like i'm reading my thoughts
i feel like i know him, in some disturbing way
..
then it was all about good ol' edgar allan poe
..
then i discovered magic realism
and dived into the sea of marquez and rushdie and bulgakov
wanting to drown and stay in their fantastic worlds for good
.. i never get over any of those fellas..
midnight's children is going to be my favorite book until the day i die,
i just know it, no matter what i might read in the meantime
(i read the damn thing seven times, after all
that's how much i love it)
..
after that, i had a short fling with fantasy books
but it never was my thing
though i loved douglas adams a lot
..
then it was poetry
insane amounts of jacques prevert, and neruda, lorca, mayakovsky, stanescu
..
one day, it stopped..
i just stopped reading anything
and that reading vacuum went for a while
i never completely understood why..
it infected me last year, again
now all i ever want to do is read books
and than read more books
i don't have favorites anymore
give me a book
and i gonna read it
hell, i gonna devour it
and than have another one
..
last week favorites:
the road - cormac mccarthy
papa you're crazy - william saroyan
the ring is closed - knut hamsun
..
any suggestions?
..
and sorry my post has nothing to do with the dress from the pics
i just can't talk fashion these days
grave digging on friday the 13th sort of killed my fashion sense..mokosha

thanks lisa.. i'm also into maxis lately, not the thing of choice though - i work in shorts, and i'm outside all day long, under the sun, and my legs look ridiculous, so i kind of can't wear regular stuff hehe

strange thing, isn't it.. i would like to be able to know what made me loose appetite for books, so i can prevent it next time :)

I love the fabric on your maxi dress, it is perfect for it.Wow! You are in reading mode now! I´ll have to check out some of the authors you mention. Right now I´m reading Dime Quien Soy (Tell me who am I) from Julia Navarro, a Spanish writer. It´s pretty good but I don´t think it is translated. Kisses

gravedigging on friday the 13th?!?! how appropriate! i'm also going to check out some of those authors next time i stop by the library. i've been on a raymond chandler kick - pulpy private eye/film noir stories. will always have a big soft spot for john fowles ("a maggot" being my favorite) and "the sot weed factor" by john barthes.

when i saw your first picture i yelled at the screen COME PLAY WITH ME MY FRIEND! and then i read your first paragraph. come read books with me?

i had the same experience with reading, i'm just now slowly getting back into it. used to collect them like trophies. so now i'm adding "midnight's children" and your last three faves to my list (even have "the road" handy, just haven't opened it). and i will suggest: "evidence of things unseen" by marianne wiggins. i want to wrap that book in soft velvet and let it rest under starlight until i'm ready to read it for the ninth time.

you know, sometimes i see you as a sister i never had :) a twin, perhaps.. i'm so glad i finally found you, sis.. have to find that book, it's so not translated here, but i might try reading it in english..

I shouldn't be so astonished that you've just chronicled the majority of my literary evolution, but I am. Have you read Lily Prior? Or Jhumpa Lhari, the Interpreter of Maladies, Unaccustomed Earth? Life altering books. I adore Mikhail Bulgakov, adore, adore, adore. I love Gogol, Dostoevsky, Rushie now and forever. Have you read Kundera? You must have. Tom Stoppard, though the name would never tell you, is also Czech, playwright, amazing. Tony Kushner will change your life. Pynchon, right now I'm reading the Crying in Lot 49. Turgenev, stuffy but passionate. The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao and Everything is Illuminated made me sob. The Elegance of the Hedgehog did too. And while it never needs to be said, Chekhov, if you would like to see all of life in the space of 4 acts.

And Lorca. Read Lorca.

And Terry Prachett. Hilarious. Fantasy. Similar to Neil Gaiman but to my mind, superior.

You're much better read than me, but I'd still recommend "Blindness" by Saramago. It's a tough little book, but it will be a joke after "The Road" (which my stomach didn't allow me to finish).Also, if you want a light read (and you find a translation for it) I strongly recommend Andrea De Carlo, especially Due di due ("Two Out of Two")

Yes, used to read like a maniac on speed. Not at all now. Used to love Umberto Eco (okay, I confess, I am a conspiracy theorist) and stuff like E.M. Forster's Room With A View...okay, so I am a romantic too.

I just read Bukowski for the first time (Ham on Rye) and I'm not sure what to make of him. I read more George R.R. Martin, Douglas Adams and Neil Gaiman... I love Terry Pratchett, too. He builds these absurd worlds and characters. His books are witty and fun.

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